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Talked Into Watching Drag Races

Drag racing is fun my pushy neighbor said, pleading. I did not dare go, myself always caught speeding. I could picture myself in one of those bashed up cars. Smashed up and injured, later maybe behind jail bars. She coaxed and persuaded, and took me any way. Watching three red Ferraris wreck kind of made my day. I have no idea why, but this wild drag racing madness is fun. Please tell me why you think this is if you ever go to one.

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